Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.